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... been pushed this far out of my comfort zone. For this class, we have to prepare with a partner an installation based of our concepts of printmaking. They do not have to be actually made but hey have to be presented to class as if there were a proposal. I am working with this girl Catarina. She is from Portugal and her work is feminist art. I am not a huge fan of this type of art, but I am trying to keep an open mind. I am actually in the studio right now waiting for her to come ...
... Wednesday can't come soon enough! I went to a polish cafe the other day and they had a whole bar of different kinds of sauerkraut. SO GROSS. like seven different kinds. so unhappy with that discovery.
Warning: I'm about to get nerdy for art here--
Last time I wrote you all I had my first day of school the next day. It was pretty awesome. The lithography studio is awesome! Like seriously awesome. I just want to make it my home for the next 8 months. I am learning ...
... signs etc. But I am slowly learning words like please and thank you which help a great deal. The sounds are just like nothing I have every heard or said before but i am trying. and failing hard. thank god i have some friends that have some conversational polish, because they come from backgrounds with similar languages. Kristina and Tanya are from Slovenia and the Ukraine so they have similar words so they help me translate things like menus and directions.
... when i arrived in Poland.
So I get to my dorms and the front desk lady does not speak a word of english. I get to my room and realize i forgot a converter for my computer. for 24 hrs I did not speak to anyone who spoke English and if you know me at all you know i like talking. it was not easy for me. So it was going to get dark (4pm) so I ventured out to find food. All food is closed on sunday except the grocery store which i did not know where it was because I couldn't ...
... scared for the dog a long this street. I said, "you should go home", and he sat down.
When sitting on the bike, to go back to the station, he followed me barking all the way.
Again at the shop, he sat beside me waiting and watching me the bike "parking".
When opening the shop door, he entered too, it was his home, at least now I understood his "dog language.
I asked the young girl behind the ...